Juked (14 page)

She giggles as I kiss her shoulder and over to her spine again, stroking down across her beautiful, perfect ass. “I knew that jersey would get you going.”

I stop what I’m doing in surprise. “You wore that jersey to make me horny?”

She giggles again. “Of course I did. We’ve been dating for how long? You weren’t making any moves on me. I had to do something drastic.”

“I was trying to be respectful of you.”

“Less respect, more dirty talk,” she says.

I chuckle. “Oh, babe. Next time just ask, and I’ll be more than happy to help you out.”

“Noted,” she breaths, and I continue my journey, kissing down her back.

I rub her soft skin and then reach up to cup one of her breasts, pinching and twisting a nipple until it hardens and peaks. Her breathing becomes more rapid again, and I know she’s almost ready for round two. I slide my hands down her soft, flat belly and dip my finger inside her. In and out I stroke, enjoying the feel of her wrapped around my finger and the sounds of her sighs. Removing my finger, I bring it around between her ass cheeks and use her natural wetness as a lube around her other entrance.

She stiffens. “Daniel, what are you doing?”

“Relax, baby,” I say reassuringly. “It’s not what you think. Well, not tonight anyway.”

She chuckles and relaxes into the bed again.
Condom
, I remember suddenly and leave her momentarily to get one out of my wallet.

She lifts her head and smiles at me over her shoulder. “I’m glad you came prepared. You must have been a boy scout.”

I snort. “Uh no. I just know one too many people who have gotten themselves in bad situations.”

I roll the condom on and sweep more of her natural lubricant up behind her to no man’s land. As I line up my cock with her core, I hear her gasp.

“Are you ready?” I ask quietly.

“Oh god, I’m so ready,” she answers with a moan. So I push slowly inside her, making us both groan with pleasure. “Oh, that feels so good,” she says and pushes against me.

We pick up the pace as we enjoy the feel of each other, both inside and out. I can tell she’s getting close. I know I am. I run my thumb down the crack of her ass until I find my target. Carefully, so I don’t hurt her, I push my thumb inside her.

“Daniel!” she says with a gasp. Her body resists the intrusion, but I continue to slowly work my way in until my thumb is buried up to my knuckle. “Why does that feel so good?” she asks, not sounding completely coherent.

“Hold on, baby,” I say breathlessly. “It’s about to feel even better.” I pull back and slam into her, making her call out. I do it a second time. And a third. Finally, on the fourth thrust I push down with my thumb, tightening everything inside her. We both come almost immediately. And it goes on, and on, and on. She’s groaning loudly while I clench my teeth so I don’t roar like a fucking lion. And I would, because it’s so good, I feel like the king of the world.

As we begin our decent, we slow our pace until there’s no movement between us except our breathing and the beat of our hearts.

Quincy finally catches her breath. “Wow,” she says. It’s the only thing she says for the next few minutes. “That was amazing. Who knew the back door could do that?”

I laugh and pull both my cock and thumb out, making us both wince. “I take it you’ve never tried ass play before?”

She shakes her head. “Not like that I haven’t.” She crawls onto the bed as I take the condom off, tie the end, and drop it into the trash can next to the dresser. “I didn’t know what I was missing.”

I chuckle as I visit the en suite bathroom to wash my hands. “Most men think you go for it the first time around. Not true. It’s something to work up to.”

She yawns as I dry my hands and head back into her room and climb into bed with her. I pull her to me, tucking her head under my jaw and into my shoulder. “I understand the appeal now, but don’t expect to fuck me in the ass any time soon.”

I laugh. “I won’t. Besides, there’s too many other parts of your body to explore before then.”

She wraps an arm around my chest and snuggles in. “We can do that in the morning, okay?” She’s fading fast. As much as I’d like a second round tonight, there’s no way she’d make it through.

“And round three, and round four. Maybe a round five.” I say, but she doesn’t say anything. “Quincy?” I ask. The only response I get is a soft snore.

I startle awake when someone slaps me across the face. My eyes are open, but nothing around me is registering.

A bedroom. Not my bedroom, and not a hotel room.

I get another smack, making me turn to look at my assailant. A toothless baby stares back at me, smiling and drooling.

Last night comes back to me. We didn’t have sex once. We didn’t have it twice. No, we woke up two more times and ended up having sex three times. And it was all fucking fantastic. Even when we were half asleep.

I shouldn’t think about that kind of thing with a baby staring at me. That’s kind of creepy, even for me.

“Hey, kid,” I say. He really is a cute kid. “What are you doing in bed? Aren’t you supposed to be in your crib?”

He waves his naked arms and legs excitedly, like he’s swimming. He’s wearing nothing but a diaper.

“That exciting, huh?” He squeals. “Tell ya what, why don’t we go find Quincy and see if I can’t treat you guys to breakfast. What do you think of that?” He farts.

I laugh. “I’ll take that as a yes.”

I rub my face, pull him to my chest, and get off the bed. Chubby hands immediately snatch at my nose and eyebrows and chin. “Have you had breakfast yet, big man?” I ask as I carry the baby down the hall and into the living room. A quick glance in the kitchen turns up no Quincy. “Where do you think she went?”

The telltale sounds of singing, a song that sounds suspiciously like a Taylor Swift hit, comes from a room off the small kitchen. I push the door open to see Quincy in a T-shirt and boy shorts. She’s bent over, putting wet clothes into a dryer. I can’t take my eyes off her ass.

I look at Chance, who is staring at her ass, too. “You like what we’re seeing, don’t you?” I ask him, making Quincy jump.

“I didn’t know you were up,” she says, hand clasped over her heart. “You scared me.”

“I wasn’t. But this guy decided it was playtime. Bend over like that again, and we’ll see if he’s right.” I smile coyly, and she takes the baby out of my arms and into the kitchen, kissing his cheeks. I swear he’s giving me a smug look over her shoulder.

“I’m sorry about that.” She puts him in an ExerSaucer. “He usually gets in bed with me after his early morning feeding and stays asleep for a few hours afterward.”

“It’s not a problem,” I assure her. “Getting slapped by a baby isn’t the worst way I’ve woken up before.”

“Really?” she asks as she moves back into the laundry room. “What’s worse than that?”

I pause to think, leaning against the doorjamb and crossing my arms. “Like that time the priest who worked with all the teenagers at church thought it would be fun to videotape us being woken up by them super early in the morning. It was still dark so the light on the video camera is basically what woke us up.”

“Are you serious?”

“Yep. To a brain that’s not quite awake yet, it looks like a train barreling into your room, scaring the shit out of you. And the best part is that they edited all the videos from all the different kids together and showed it at our next get-together.”

She coughs a laugh and works with her laundry again. “Why would they do that?”

I shake my head. “Team unity or some shit like that, I’m sure. To this day, I still have nightmares about being run over by a train in my sleep.”

“Really?”

“No.” She nails me in the face with a pair of panties. “Did you mean to throw a pair of”—I stretch out the cloth—“lacy, red thong underwear?”

She snatches it out of my hand and throws it in the washer. “It was an accident.”

“You
accidentally
threw a pair of underwear in my face, knowing I love the way you smell?” I’d only caught a whiff, but it was enough to make me horny all over again, even after the sex marathon from last night. I stalk her. “Look at what you already did to me.” I point to my crotch, where my boxer briefs are doing nothing to hide the current situation.

She’s trying to ignore me getting closer, but I see the subtle change in the way she’s breathing and how she’s not quite as focused on measuring out laundry detergent.

“Mm….” I put my hands on her waist as she closes the lid and starts the washing machine, turning her to face me. I cup her face. “Good morning, beautiful,” I say and kiss her.

“G-good morning.”

I chuckle against her skin and move up inside her shirt. “Did you sleep well?”

“Mm…. Better than I have in a long time.” I glide my hands over her breasts, teasing her nipples with my palms. She shivers.

“I’m glad to hear it.” I clutch her ass and whisper in her ear, “Do you need a quick wake-me-up?”

“What did you have in mind?” she asks as her fingers run through my hair and she leans her head to the side, giving me more access to her neck. Noted. She likes being kissed on the neck.

I quickly lift her and sit her on the edge of the washing machine. “Spin-cycle sex.”

She throws her head back and laughs. “Are you serious?”

“Of course I am!”

“Have you ever tried this before?”

“Well, no, but theoretically, it sounds like it should be amazing.”

She laughs again. “It does sound fun doesn’t it?”

“Mm-hmm,” I murmur against her lips. “Can you imagine? My cock inside you while the washing machine is going around and around and around.” My hips are mimicking the motion I’m describing before I push my erection against her. She gasps.

“Okay. I’m game,” she says.

I stick a hand between her legs and move the satin crotch out of the way before plunging one finger deep inside her, making her gasp again.

“Oh my god, do that again,” she says, this time with her eyes closed.

“Let’s get these off your first.” She lifts her butt to help me slide her panties down her legs before spreading her thighs wide. I quickly drop my athletic shorts to my ankles, line my cock up, and….

“Fuck, I don’t have a condom.”

“When was the last time you got checked?” she asks, digging her fingernails into my shoulders as she squirms. It’s taking everything in me to hold back.

“Two weeks ago. Clean bill of health.”

“I’m on the pill. Get inside me.” I don’t waste any time sliding in as deep as I can get. We groan simultaneously.

“Shit, you feel good,” she says, making me smile. I haven’t even done anything yet.

I spend the next several minutes teasing her with different kinds of thrusts. Some short, some long, some fast, some slow. Driving her insane is starting to drive me insane.

And then it happens.

The washing machine starts moving, the entire unit shaking. The extra motion along with my alternating thrusts create extra sensitive sensations. I move faster, too, thrusting in time with the sound the machine makes every time it hits the back of the wall.

“Ohmygod, harder!” she yells, clawing my back. “Daniel!” she yells, and her inner walls tighten around my cock. She comes and comes and comes until my balls tighten and the orgasm races up my spine, slamming into me.

“Oh fuuuuuuuck.” I ride it out, thrusting as much as I can for as long as I can before slowing to a stop. We’re clinging to each other, panting heavily, when we hear a different kind of squeal. Chance, still in his ExerSaucer, is smiling at us.

“Oh shit,” Quincy says, going pale. “I can’t believe I did that in front of him.” She looks at me. “I’m the worst aunt slash pseudo-mom ever.”

I pull out of her with a groan. I pick up a sock off the floor and clean myself off, throwing it into the dirty clothes basket. “He’s six months old. He has absolutely no idea what just happened. And he has the attention span of the hyper-hypo.”

“The what? Hand me a sock please.”

“The hyper-hypo?” She gives me a blank stare. “Mike Myers on Saturday Night Live?” She shakes her head, jumps off the washing machine, and throws the sock in the basket.

I rub my face in disappointment. “Oh geez, woman. It’s a classic skit. I will be finding that, and you will be watching it. You’ll understand what I mean about the baby when you do.”

She pulls up her panties and puts her hands on her hips. “You sure he’ll be okay? We didn’t, like, scar him for life or anything?”

“I have more than a dozen nieces and nephews,” I say and kiss the top of her head. “I guarantee he’ll be fine. Now if he was a year or two older, we might have a problem.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” She smiles sweetly at me. “Breakfast?” she asks as she goes into the kitchen and opens the fridge. “I make a mean fried egg.”

“Sounds perfect,” I respond. “Let me go jump in the shower real quick, and I’ll be back to help you out.”

“Sounds good.”

I squat next to the kid. “That, my friend, is how you do it. When you find a good woman, make sure she’s your number one priority in bed, and things like that will just happen.”

Chance smiles at me and smacks his toy in excitement, making it light up again.